Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing Left To Do

Una mirada que matan
De rodillas en
Una palabra y no puede el no
Una noche y su quiebra con

Tremenda y quien puede reprocharle
ese momento de flojedad
Veneno tierno que siembra la
da tan confuso

Sus fuertes intrusos
noche su alma apuesta

Warm smile, long hair
green eyes and skin damned fair
For sure lucky to get with a girl that
Couldnt pass this chance no what

Shared a rock then to her place
Substances and adrenaline his heart race
So floating on a white cloud
So surreal premonition of a shroud

Pretty woman though not all she
Soon grim reality and not a
Wasnt the first certainly, not her
Moment of weakness became of her past

Had his night of empty with his belle
If he only escape from this hell
Turn back time, but time gone, too

left to do but lean back and sit and wait
Nothing left to do but back and sit and wait
Nothing left to do but lean back, lean back, back
Nothing left to do but lean and sit and wait

Mocking and slandering wont
Day after day giving no chance to
Routinely insulted, no or respect
No chance to ponder or to reflect

World around him colder
burden carried on his shoulders
Tellin him, I told ya, none to to and no support
No shoulder to cry on for his life cut

Pretty though not all she seemed
Soon grim reality and not a
Wasnt the certainly, not her last
Moment of weakness became of her past

Had his night of empty pleasure his belle
If he could only escape this hell
Turn back time, but time gone, too

Nothing left to do but lean and sit and wait
left to do but lean back and sit and wait
Nothing to do but lean back, lean back, lean back
Nothing left to do but lean and sit and wait

Positive results, result of his
But this BS should to others not him
The poison slowly runnin his blood
Judged and by men as if theyre God

Lord knows that its hard, frozen out by best friends and
Spend his cold dark days alone and
What life is about? Thoughts running between confusion and
gradually like a tree from drought

Mmm, weaker day by day, future lookin bleaker
Suffering in pain, slowly dying, mama
Eatin by this virus, slowly away, hey
Fading like a tree from drought

Had his night of pleasure with his belle
If he could only escape from hell
Turn back time, but gone, too late

Nothing left to do but lean and sit and wait
Nothing left to do but lean back and sit and
Nothing left to do but lean back, back, lean back
Nothing left to do but back and sit and wait

Had his night of empty pleasure his belle
If he could only escape from this
Turn back time, but gone, too late

Nothing left to do but lean back and sit and
Nothing left to do but back and sit and wait
left to do but lean back, lean back, lean back
Nothing left to do but lean and sit and wait